The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Chen Guan's expression remained unchanged; not even his lowered eyelashes trembled.

select?

He has been carrying his original body on his back all this time, just to wake it up, right?

This question has only one answer from the beginning.

He thought his actions were obvious enough.

"I understand." Chen Guan said, reaching across the table to close the box and steadily picking up the black wooden box that exuded a faint fragrance.

Action was his only answer.

Looking at his hand, Baihu smiled.

"Great, I like dealing with people who have clear goals; it saves me trouble."

Chen Guan put the wooden box into his ring and casually inquired, "Was Long Ao also someone you chose?"

"Yes, that's right." Baihu didn't intend to hide their colleague relationship and said, "Although his suitability is perfect, that kid is still too green. I'll go find him when you become a reliable adult."

Suitability?

Chen Guan wrote down this word.

It seems that there are certain specific standards for selecting people. If what Baihu just said is true, it undoubtedly confirms this speculation.

The progress from level 5 to level 11 is truly astonishing.

Even Chen Guan, who wields the power of the system, wouldn't dare say that Lao Zi could become an eleventh-level being within a few years; Lao Ji, on the other hand, is more likely to.

Seeing that Chen Guan remained silent, Baihu waved his hand and said, "Alright, go down now. Remember to take out the token at 10 p.m. and make a video call so you can meet your colleagues."

Without waiting for Chen Guan's reply, a strong gust of wind sent him and his coffin flying out.

Chen Guan: "..."

What a capricious and wicked big cat!

……

Inside a VIP ward at the medical center.

Long Ao was eating a roasted lamb leg in his hand.

He has amazing recovery ability and is actually not seriously injured. He was sent here just in case.

An Changqing sat on the windowsill, holding a thread-bound ancient book, engrossed in reading it.

I don't know what the people at Great Wall were thinking. They even made the reprints look like ancient books, like martial arts manuals sold on the street.

"Hey, you said..." Long Ao finished the last bite of meat and mumbled, "That guy Chen Guan, has he finished writing his self-criticism yet? Five thousand words, that's inhuman."

An Changqing turned a page of the book without looking up: "Given his personality, he should have finished writing by now."

"Yeah, that guy's as quiet as a gourd, so he's probably good at writing these kinds of things." Long Ao wiped his hands and nodded in deep agreement.

An Changqing turned to the next page of his book when suddenly a short hair fell onto the page. Sensing something, he looked up sharply and bumped into Instructor Jing, who was hanging upside down in the window.

He leaned back, and the thread-bound book in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Good morning, An.

He greeted him with a smile, and An Changqing quickly climbed down from the windowsill. Who wouldn't be scared to see a man hanging upside down so early in the morning?

The face hanging upside down outside the window was smiling, its hair standing on end due to gravity, like a sea urchin.

"Hi, An, ward rounds."

Instructor Jing's voice was as relaxed as if he were greeting someone in a neighbor's backyard.

"Instructor... Instructor!" Long Ao mumbled, his mouth still agape with half a lamb bone in his mouth, nearly choking.

An Changqing quickly regained his composure. He bent down to pick up the book, dusted it off, and nodded to Instructor Jing outside the window: "Instructor Jing, what you're doing is too dangerous."

That's terrifying.

An Changqing added the second half of the sentence in his mind.

"It's alright, skill breeds courage." Instructor Jing braced himself against the windowsill with one hand, nimbly flipped over, and landed silently on the hospital room floor.

He patted off imaginary dust from his clothes and looked around the VIP ward.

"Tsk, not bad treatment, much better than my doghouse."

Long Ao had already jumped off the bed. He looked at Instructor Jing, his eyes filled with the conviction that An Changqing had instilled in him after yesterday's analysis.

"Instructor Jing!" Long Ao's voice was loud and clear, full of energy: "You've worked so hard! Not only do you protect us, but you also have to worry about our mental health."

Instructor Jing stopped in his tracks as he was about to take a spiritual fruit from the fruit plate.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Long Ao, his eyes looking at him as if he were looking at some rare species.

Mental health? Worry? Is this kid running a fever?

[Haha, here it comes! The closed loop of the Dihua universe.]

[Long Ao: Instructor, I understand you. Everything you do is for our own good!]

[Baihu: I didn't, I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! Who's spreading rumors about me, Baihu?]

I hereby declare that An Changqing is the producer of Dihua Chain, and Long Ao is a loyal consumer.

An Changqing coughed lightly, stepped forward, and softened Long Ao's bluntness: "What Long Ao means is that we understand the instructor's good intentions."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Instructor Jing with sincere eyes: "Especially the punishment for Chen Guan, that five-thousand-word self-criticism, was actually a form of guidance, allowing him to vent his inner repression through writing. Instructor, you have considered it very carefully."

Instructor Jing's expression became subtle.

He recalled that self-criticism, a piece of utter nonsense, with flowery language that could blind the eye, and empty content that could ramble on like a train whirl.

Release pent-up emotions?

Where is the repression coming from?

That kid was clearly venting his resentment about the number five thousand words, and incidentally using his boss as a dumping ground.

Instructor Jing didn't reply. He picked up a spirit fruit, wiped it on his clothes, took a big bite, and mumbled, "That kid... is an artistic youth, quite emotional."

That's all he could say; he couldn't very well say that Chen Guan had written a long, rambling account.

However, this spiritual fruit is quite delicious. No wonder it belongs to a wealthy family. I should take some with me next time I visit their home.

"I knew it!" Long Ao slapped his thigh, completely believing it.

An Changqing seemed to be deep in thought.

An artsy type? Emotionally rich?

Instructor Jing saw things more clearly than anyone else.

Please, please stop analyzing.

An Changqing, the Einstein of Dihua (a famous Chinese electronics and cultural institution), can come up with a theory for any phenomenon.

[White Tiger's inner monologue: Are you two playing the self-consistency game? I almost believed it.]

Instructor Jing made a three-pointer, accurately tossed the fruit pit into the trash can, and then swiftly snatched two more fruits. Afterward, he cleared his throat, interrupting the two boys' brainstorming session.

"Alright." Having eaten and drunk his fill, Instructor Jing put his hands in his trench coat pockets, his demeanor becoming calm and composed. "I came here to inform you of two things."

An Changqing and Long Ao immediately stood up straight, their expressions serious.

"First, the Great Wall took over the handling of the aftermath of the Ten Thousand Demon Tower incident. The official explanation was that it was caused by a high-level superhuman and had nothing to do with the demon beasts."